Pidge heard the whispering voices around her, the grunts of annoyance and occasionally whooshing of an open door. She felt the cold on her skin, and although it was unclear how this knowledge came to her, she knew she was in a healing pod.

"She awake!" A voice said suddenly, and she felt a pair of arms around her, only for a moment. They steadied her and gently released, leaving her standing on her own. She sighed as she remembered how she stormed out on everyone, how she hadn't been helping as much as she should have, how she had messed up.

"Hey, I'm sorry for blowing a fuse earlier." Keith's voice came to her suddenly.

"It's fine." She asnwered, her voice sounding distant and cheerful. There was something off, but she blamed it on the healing pod and stood up.

"No, it isn't fine. I should have been more considerate." Keith argued, sounding to Pidge like a worn out recording (of a favorite song).

"I'm sorry as well. We were all stressed after the battle. I should have been aware of that, but I was only thinking of how I felt." Allura added sheepishly. She, too, sounded distant and blurry (face and I care what you think​).

"I understand. I probably would have done something similar." Pidge said, her voice floating upward and away from her body. Away from her mind.

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Pidge woke at the table with everyone's eyes on her. They looked interested, then, after a few moments of silence, confused.

"Is this one if those jokes without a punch line?" Lance asked.

"Uh, yeah." Pidge fibbed, wondering what he was talking about. The last thing she remembered was talking to Keith and Allura.

"You've gotta work on your comedy." Allura said, and everyone at the table giggled. Except for Pidge, of course. "I, sorry. I was just teasing." Allura recoverd, noticing Pidge's silence.

What was going on?